500 HOUR DAY

I'm sick of being sick, and I'm tired of being tired
Gonna sit at home all day writing something uninspired
You'll go tell all your friends that I'm distant and confused
I'll go tell all my friends that I'm tired of being used

You'll ask me how I am, and I'll say I'm not too sure
I'm following a plan, but the whole thing's uninsured

Oh, 500 hour day
Oh, 1000 hour week
I'm just working all the time
I'm just plugging up the leak
But it always comes back out
Gotta drag it all back in
Roll the boulder up the hill
And forget -- about -- the end.

I'm lost without a rest, and I'm outside in the snow
I didn't mean to pester you, there's nowhere else to go
Gotta keep my day job up, got responsibility
Gotta go there every day 'til they've had their fill of me

I'm tired of tiny paychecks, and I want to get my dues
I am sick of being sick, and I'm tired of being used

Oh, 500 hour day
Oh, 1000 hour week
I'm just working all the time
I'm a workaholic freak
And the songs, they come out still,
Got no time to write 'em down
Roll the boulder up the hill
Until -- it rolls -- down.

Making making making money
Faking faking faking it
Writing 'til I've got no shit to say
Filling up my bank account
It feels like such a small amount
Feels like their must be a better way ...
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Oh, 500 hour day
Oh, 1000 hour week
I'm just working all the time
And oh, blessed be the meek,
But I'm wishing I could stand and scream for everyone to hear
Oh, I'm getting out of here
Oh, I'm getting out of here!

I'm not gonna waste my time until the end
I'm gonna do the shit I always planned
Not gonna wait 'til I'm around the bend
I'm gonna make the whole world understand.